Why do we love?
Why do we smile?
Why is happiness
Considered worthwhile?
Why do we want?
Why do we need?
Why in the hell
Is there so much greed?
Why can’t we be
All the things we must be?
Why can’t we see
All the things there’s to see?
Why can’t we obtain
All the pleasantness in dreams?
Why can’t we be satisfied
By the things within our means?
Why must we search
And struggle in vain
For all the things
We cannot attain?
Why is there hate?
And why is there pain?
Why all these thoughts?
Will someone explain?
Why so much turmoil?
Why so much longing?
Why must I toil
For a sense of belonging?
Why, oh why
Oh why, oh why,
Oh why can’t this child
Grow up and stop whining?
And why
**** it god
Did you ever make me?
I can’t ever measure
Up to anything.
I try and I try
And never learn why.
Sometimes it makes me
Want to lay down and cry.
Deliver me from evil
In prayer I’m saying,
No – it seems
Is the answer I’m getting.

Somewhere in love
I’ve found certain blessings.
Through-out life
I’ve found endless testing.
Nowhere in this passage
Through time
Have I found the answers
I desire all the time.
If in the end, before my last
Sight,
I find the reasons
For this endless strife,
I hope it makes sense
And gives purpose to life.
For if it doesn’t-
And this I swear-
I’ll come to your gates
And pound and yell until
They break.
And when they come crumbling
Down to the stakes,
An answer from you
I’ll have
For your one great mistake.